by Rebeca Dunn-Krahn
Tengo una polla blanca
que esta mudando de plumas.
Esta fea pa’ ser franca
pero a comentar, no presumas.
Un día sus plumas volverán,
una nueva belleza.
Arrepentirás de tus palabras
cuando la linda aparecerá
y le da sus huevos a otra,
recordando cómo eras.
I have a white chicken
that’s molting.
She’s ugly, to be frank,
but don’t presume to comment.
One day her feathers will grow back,
a new beauty.
You’ll regret your words
when the pretty one appears
and gives her eggs to another,
remembering what you were like.
Rebeca Dunn-Krahn is a writer and storyteller from Vancouver Island. Both her hens and her fiction have won first prize in the Sooke Fall Fair. More at rebecadk.com.